One of my favorite sensations happens not during sex, but the next day. It is when I'm daydreaming on a swing at work, or when I'm reaching for laundry detergent at the grocery store.
It is that moment, in the middle of a mundane, likely sex-free day when I get a quick flashback from the night before. Like a moment from the previews of a movie: the music grows intense and images from the film appear on the screen. Nothing is cohesive, just images of the frightening battle, the passionate kiss, the lady screaming "NOOOOOOOOOO!" at whomever she screams to.
Only when this happens, you imagine the strap of your dress sliding off of your sunburnt shoulder and then immediately think-"That was fucking hot," and then "Oh, Gain is cheaper than Tide today!"
You don't have to play out the whole sex scene in your mind- one flashback is enough to give you butterflies in your stomach ALL DAY.
I love it.
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